Lyrics:

My friends roll Lexus and Benzs
And spend ends tremendous like dough's endless
Business nigga, from the start was already hot
No prob' opening shop, the flow 'ready rock
So many trying to knock my hustle
Half of y'all ain't even got no hustle
I'm into living good, so I bring heat with the flow
Just how a nigga should
Come between me and my dough, I wish a nigga would
Roll O's and cigarillos, my black rim low
The way I stack in dough attract nymphos
Cats sick though, to impress by how that honey walk
Me, I'm tryna come up with some ways to make that money talk
Sink or swim, I'm a hungry shark
And I want it all, cribs and a foreign car, Aldemar
I could be gone tomorrow
That's why I grind like it's my last day
Hundred fucking roaches in my ash tray

Now I know I ain't living right
But it feels good
Now I know I ain't living right
But it feels good
Now I know I ain't living right
But it feels good
Now I know I ain't living right
But it feels good

My weed kicks like Jet Li flicks
Test me kid, slap shots like Gretzky hits
The best kept secret, yes he is
The cat's out the bag, I puff puff and I pass
You dumb fucks and I laugh, motherfucker
What you hating for
Why you just standing outside, what you waiting for
I'm blowing on an eighth or more, touring for my paper boy
Before I hit the club I need a blunt or two or three or four
Bad bitches thirsty for stars with mad riches
Wanna ride with 'em, rest they head on televisions
I don't bag bitches, they hop in
You just follow and you bag bitches, you're not a pimp
I was schooled by the best of them
Now they cutting checks for him
Ain't gettin' money then it's probably for the rest of them
Something like a legend when I quote what I wrote
Be in the big cloud from the blunts that I smoke